Down South…

Two women, at a rest stop

off NH-2, wondering

if the best way to the capital

was northwest, in uncomfortable

shoes. They worry

about the lost stories down south

too, the one with movie stars

and crazy paparazzi

rendezvous, where good luck

is certain and miseries aplenty for

you. Yet they set out toward

limelight and disasters with doubts

few, expecting what has never been

expected before- the loss of innocence

anew. The living clock’s ticking disquiet

now pervades all, the highway, the grisly

shoe, the urban march, the singing lark,

the enveloping dark.

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